We're at this stage in life where we reminisce too much of our near past, worry too much about our near future, are
too clueless about everything that can, will, may happen to us, think we know alot, think we don't know anything,
am confident about the wrong things, take pride in wasting time away, want too much but want to do too little.
Ohwell.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
This world works in such a way
BBBUU turn BDSSS. I failed Econs, I'm sad.
This world works in such a way,
1. The people who worked hard but did not score will think they did not work hard enough and will complain about not working hard enough.
2. The people who worked hard and scored will complain about having to continue working hard until the exams are over.
3. The smart people who scored very well although they didn't really studied will rant why is everybody talking about grades.
4. The not so smart people who didn't work hard and didn't score will continue saying I must mug and will then soon turn into type one, and will then turn into type two, and finally evolve into type three.
But that takes alot of time!
Hence type four me has decided to just cross over to type one for the time being, and then pray to Guanyingma that I'll turn type two soon. I can't reach type three because
1. I'm not smart.
2. I'm stupid.
3. Stupid enough to not realise points one and two are the same.
4. Okay actually I realised. Did I waste your time AGAIN?
Sup. Sheralyn, I just concluded that you're a Bugs Bunny Power Ranger Mutant. This is mega random.
I thought of something funny to blog about, then Sandy came over and shook me really hard because she wanted me to have the psychological sensation of weightfulness (alot of contact forces), hence the thought dropped onto the floor and shattered into three thousand seven hundred and eighty pieces. Poor Thought.
Life is sad because I failed Econs. The world came crashing down on me (is this lyrics from some song?) and I feel like I'm a keyboard being pressed by ten fingers alternately. Type type type type.
Okay lah, I rather fail during prelims and realise that I can't score without studying, then to get the SHOCK for the scary thing which I'll now term Anana. I remember calling O's Onana because it sounded friendly. Anana is called Anana because it's anal and ana ana (which sounds stupid). Okay no, actually it sounds vulgar.
._.
The weather is perfect for lying on the bed and not do anything until you fall asleep with weird dreams all night and wake up in the morning feeling like you just took drugs that got you high. Sleep ftw.
Byebye.
8:55:00 PM because I say so
This world works in such a way,
1. The people who worked hard but did not score will think they did not work hard enough and will complain about not working hard enough.
2. The people who worked hard and scored will complain about having to continue working hard until the exams are over.
3. The smart people who scored very well although they didn't really studied will rant why is everybody talking about grades.
4. The not so smart people who didn't work hard and didn't score will continue saying I must mug and will then soon turn into type one, and will then turn into type two, and finally evolve into type three.
But that takes alot of time!
Hence type four me has decided to just cross over to type one for the time being, and then pray to Guanyingma that I'll turn type two soon. I can't reach type three because
1. I'm not smart.
2. I'm stupid.
3. Stupid enough to not realise points one and two are the same.
4. Okay actually I realised. Did I waste your time AGAIN?
Sup. Sheralyn, I just concluded that you're a Bugs Bunny Power Ranger Mutant. This is mega random.
I thought of something funny to blog about, then Sandy came over and shook me really hard because she wanted me to have the psychological sensation of weightfulness (alot of contact forces), hence the thought dropped onto the floor and shattered into three thousand seven hundred and eighty pieces. Poor Thought.
Life is sad because I failed Econs. The world came crashing down on me (is this lyrics from some song?) and I feel like I'm a keyboard being pressed by ten fingers alternately. Type type type type.
Okay lah, I rather fail during prelims and realise that I can't score without studying, then to get the SHOCK for the scary thing which I'll now term Anana. I remember calling O's Onana because it sounded friendly. Anana is called Anana because it's anal and ana ana (which sounds stupid). Okay no, actually it sounds vulgar.
._.
The weather is perfect for lying on the bed and not do anything until you fall asleep with weird dreams all night and wake up in the morning feeling like you just took drugs that got you high. Sleep ftw.
Byebye.
8:55:00 PM because I say so